Why are the “talking heads” so glum? Thomas Friedman, in his Sunday column in the New York Times, reported that because of the economic downturn the residents of Tracy, California, are now going to be charged to use their emergency 911 service. You can pay $48 a year to cover unlimited 911 calling, or you can wait and be billed $300 for every time you have an emergency. “Welcome to the lean years,” Friedman opined. For the past seventy years Americans have lived off the fat of the land. Our parents may have been the Greatest Generation, but we have become the Grasshopper Generation, Friedman observed, “eating through the prosperity that was bequeathed us like hungry locusts.” But after the feast comes the famine. “Let’s just hope our lean years will only number seven,” referring to the Genesis story of the crippling Egyptian famine. (http://www.nytimes.com/2010/02/21/opinion/21friedman.html?scp=2&sq=Thomas%20Friedman&st=cse)
Have you noticed—there is a growing chorus of voices who, with increasing doom and gloom, are pronouncing an impending finis to life as we know it? (“The fat lady has sung” is the headliner to Friedman’s column.) Even the young are becoming disillusioned. The Pew Research Center released a study this week revealing that young adults (18-29 years old)—who were a political force to be reckoned with in the last presidential election—are now “quickly cooling . . . amid dissatisfaction over the lack of change in Washington” (SBTribune 2-24-10). Political gridlock, economic quagmire—maybe the pundits are right—it’s fast becoming our way of life. But shall their “woe is us” carry the day?
May I recommend two responses from us, who profess a higher allegiance to a greater kingdom? Response #1—the stunning rapidity with which life as we know it is changing makes it imperative that now we invest our best and freshest energies to seek a deepening relationship with God. The new mini-series at this website, “Primer for the Next Generation,” is a series of teachings designed to aid us in doing just that. “PRYR 101” (part two) is a practical spiritual strategy for successfully living straight through a turbulent time like this. So please download the podcasts. Christ’s invitation is for you: “Come to me, all you who are weary and burdened [with life’s woeful headlines], and I will give you rest” (Mt 11:28).
Response #2—the escalating newsbeat of uncertainty may exacerbate our anxieties, but by its very nature it also feeds the human longing for resolution. And what greater re-solution to this society’s woes than the invitation of Jesus, “Come to me and I will give you rest.” Do you realize that your friends right now are “wide open” for you to share your Savior with them? Crises always open the heart. So if you’ll email me at this website, I’ll send you a book that will change their lives, and yours, too. The little classic Steps to Christ is a practical, inspirational guide on how to experience Jesus’ “rest” in 2010. And given the gloom and doom of the talking heads and headlines, who better to turn to for the rest of his peace for the rest of our lives?
“An estimated 1 million kids orphaned by quake.” That stunning headline is enough to break your heart, isn’t it? Barely two weeks into the Haitian catastrophe, and the unfolding saga keeps peeling back layer after layer of the immense heartache and suffering that our Caribbean neighbors are enduring.
Haiti’s devastating earthquake on Tuesday afternoon is our crisis, too. As I sit here and write the next morning, initial reports from Port-au-Prince indicate that much of the capital city of nearly 1.5 million residents lies buried beneath collapsed rubble, as the result of the 7.0 magnitude record-breaking temblor. The Parliament building, the presidential palace, the United Nations mission headquarters, hospitals, schools, churches and untold numbers of apartments, houses and tenement buildings have been flattened. How many lives have been lost in this epic disaster no one, of course, yet knows. Some already fear untold thousands of casualties.
Do you really think new “pat down” measures at the airport will make air travel more secure? I read a piece by syndicated British columnist Gwynne Dyer, and I’m afraid he’s right. In response to the Christmas Day attempt to bring down that Detroit-bound airliner through concealed explosives on one of the passengers, government officials have had to devise some sort of official “upgrade” to our present travel security to assure the traveling public that the skies once again are “friendly.” Dyer comments, “It is the duty of all public officials to ‘do something’ whenever a new threat appears, even if there is nothing sensible to be done.” The truth is that profiling international travelers by nationality or country of birth or origin (as the new security regulations do) not only lumps vast numbers of innocent people into the category of “suspicious” (or, guilty until proven innocent), it assumes that terror and terrorists are limited to these watch-listed nations (which is hardly true). And as for hand searches, most agree that the only effective method of full-body screening would need to include “body cavity searches.” And the public will not stand for that, will we?
Poor Jesse Sheidlower, editor at large of the Oxford English Dictionary—he can’t even show up at a holiday party without being cornered by another distraught denizen of the English-speaking world with the query, “What are we supposed to call the decade that’s now ended?” Pretend you’re the editor of the dictionary—how would you answer all those emails? After all, we call the 80’s the 80’s and the 90’s the 90’s. But what shall we call the 00’s? The Zeroes? Hardly. How about the Aughts (English for the number 0)? Or the Ohs? Or the Oh-Ohs (I like that one!)?
“I complained to God that I had no shoes, until I met a man who had no feet.” That dusty line from Thanksgivings past finds fresh meaning in Derek McGinnis’ new book, Exit Wounds: A Survival Guide to Pain Management for Returning Veterans and Their Families. November 9, 2004, Navy corpsman McGinnis was in Fallujah, Iraq, racing in an ambulance to pick up injured Marines, when a Mercedes Benz packed with homemade explosives crashed into his side of the ambulance, severing his left leg above the knee and exploding shrapnel into one eye. After years of rehabilitation at Bethesda Naval Hospital, Walter Reed Army Medical Center, and the Palo Alto Veterans Hospital, 32-year-old husband and father Derek is focusing his life now on assisting other veterans and families who are having to pick up the pieces and cobble together a life beyond the war. A consultant with the American Pain Foundation, he is spreading a message of hope beyond adversity. “It’s OK to have mental pain, it’s OK to have physical pain. There are methods to have a productive life” (SBTribune 11-18-09). The proof hangs in the McGinnis garage at home—the racing bibs of a long distance runner: the 2006 Marine Corps Marathon, the 2006 Army 10-Miler, and the 2007 Alcatraz Challenge. All of the races run with a flexible prosthetic left leg replete with a neatly-laced running shoe at the end of the metal post. Derek McGinnis is grateful to be running at all.